It is set between season 4 of Merlin (Uther is dead) and the end of season 5 of Doctor Who. Sorry if any character are OC, I don't have a Beta reader so there might be a few mistakes but I hope you enjoy anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the series' on BBC and I do not own the Arthurian legend.

The TARDIS shuddered, rocking to the side and sending the three passengers tumbling to the left. "Where are we going?" Amy shouted over the engines. She pulled herself up next to Rory in attempts to see the control panels.

"Not telling!" The Doctor yelled. "Oomph." He had just rammed front first into the navigational systems in before him. It felt like they were spinning in circles as the ancient machine lurched through time. Rory was trying to keep quiet, still feeling queasy from the new form of travelling. He was pale and the Doctor noticed a slight tinge of green at the edge of his facial features.

The usual racket made by TARDIS grew quiet and the signature warping sound became clear. The hissing of the angry engines cooled and the protesting brakes seemed to sigh as pressure was eased. The Doctor continued to dance around the controls, twisting orbs, typing into the type writer and pulling levers.

"Right," he said. "Before we go out there, we all need to get changed." He held up a finger when he saw Amy was about to protest. "Once we've done that, then, I'll tell you where we are." Amy frowned.

"But how are we supposed to know what to wear?" She asked as she followed the Doctor towards the wardrobe. "For all we know it could be freezing outside and we might dress for Rio."

"Hmm," He pondered. "Oooh, Oooh! I've got it! I'll show you a whole bunch of clothes to pick from; you'll choose something from there and then you can wear that. Any questions? No? Good, let's go!" He spoke quickly, his words almost blurring together as he bounced on the balls of his feet. He looked like an excited kid on Christmas morning. He led them to a specific section within the wardrobe that held an assortment of medieval-like clothes. "Choose wisely…." He said, pretending to be serious as he walked away with his own clothing. He disappeared behind a changing screen.

The Ponds gravitated towards their separate sections, each comparing the choices to the other. For Amy, there were gowns of tremendous beauty, to those of a serving girl. They were all floor length, no matter what class they were for, and they were all beautiful. Amy chose one of the few upper class dresses.

It was a deep blue colour, with long sleeves that fluttered out loosely across the length of her arms and out to the sides. A golden belt around the waist pulled the fabric together at the middle. As she slipped it on, she felt the soft silk brush against her skin. The fabric dropped to her ankles and the whispering rush of wind sent goose-bumps up her spine. She pulled black heels onto her feet and she looked herself up and down in the mirror.

On the other side of the screen, Rory had picked out his own clothing. He chose a simple attire, pulling on boots and a purple shirt. He swapped out his geans for black leggings and grabbed a jacket, slipping it on over the shirt. He stepped out from behind his screen and saw the Doctor in a higher class get up.

He wore boots and leather pants. For a shirt he had blue cotton and he wore a felt jacket that cuffed tightly around his neck. Naturally, he looked ridiculous. Just then Amy walked out in a silk gown, attracting the attention of both boys, much to Rory's displeasure. But Amy didn't seem to mind. She grinned at the dumbstruck expressions on each face. "Uhh," Rory started. "I think I'm a bit underdressed." Looking them both over again.

"Nonsense!" Exclaimed the Doctor. "You'll play the perfect part of a manservant!" He laughed in excitement, continuing on. "You know, I've never actually been to this particular time and place before." He laughed again. "I can't wait!"

"So where are we?" Amy asked for what felt like the millionth time.

"Oh," the Doctor said. "Did I say when we were dressed? I meant when we were out the doors! C'mon" He rushed out the door without waiting for a reply. Amy and Rory ran after him. Annoyance tickled at their thoughts, but they both knew they couldn't argue with the Doctor when his mind was set.

"How can he expect me to run in this dress?" Amy yelled as they ran.

They caught up with him just as he reached the doors. The Doctor glanced over his shoulder at them, making sure they were behind him. He pulled open the doors and announced in a conductors voice; "Boys and Girls, Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome… to Camelot!"